The chamberlain brought the slip, and the emperor turned around and sat on the main seat on the side of the screen, without looking at this side, and reading the slip with all his heart. The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

Another colleague who was interested in befriending Zhao Chu whispered: "At present, when the imperial court is employing people, the imperial servant has outstanding abilities for everyone to see, and he must be the first person that the noble concubine considers reuse." ”

This colleague was unhappy when he heard this, "Your Majesty is the Ninth Five-Year Honor, and she should make decisions on the appointment and dismissal of ministers. After speaking, I felt that although everyone entered Beijing at the same time, they did not agree with each other and did not conspire with each other, so I flicked my sleeves and walked away.

The man was reprimanded and rolled his eyes a few times. But what people said was right, there was no way to refute it at all, he had no choice in his heart, but he still refused to admit defeat, and chattered in Zhao Chu's ear: "Your Majesty still has to deal with it, don't be too careful." The status of the noble concubine is second only to His Majesty, but she is the first person to control the national government, why not put more energy into serving the noble concubine......"

He is not unclear about these truths. Zhao Chu was irritable in his heart, how could he have the heart to listen to him continue to self-righteously show off his power and scheming position, and went straight back to his seat without waiting for him to finish speaking.

Fan Jiang doesn't like words and songs, and this scene is specially designed for Yuan Lingjun's entertainment and pastime. In Changshan for seven years, there are many scholars from the poor family who have been raised by her own hands, and there are countless high-ranking officials, just like Taichang Ji Huan, and Zhu Yan, the general of the auxiliary country...... The terrible thing is not here, but these ministers who came out of the cold door are grateful for the grace of the noble concubine, and they are willing to go to the soup for her. This move also caused dissatisfaction among the scholars, but under Fan Jiang's strong suppression, these opposing voices gradually disappeared into the dust of the years.

It's surprisingly quiet here, reflecting the noise of the Qionglin Hall next door.

Yuan Lingjun is also rare to meditate. As she grew older and had more frequent episodes, her mood became as unpredictable as her youthful temperament.

Sitting a few days ago, she randomly picked out a volume in the big stack of simple policies, spread out in front of her eyes, the author endowed the state banquet tonight magnificent, word by word, no flesh and bones, even vain and ethereal, unrealistic, make people chew tasteless, see half of it really can't stand it, simply give up.

Kunjiao opened another volume.

Qu Yi glanced at it and commented on the side: "The writing is brilliant, the words are elegant, the article is magnificent and smooth, and the content is ......" He stopped.

Yuan Lingjun continued: "Flashy, tangible and boneless. I don't know how to judge the quality of the article, I must describe this article, it is like a person wearing gorgeous clothes, only caring about the surface, but the inside does not match the reality. Maybe it's just a mess of rancid rotten meat, and no matter how good the rotten meat is, it can't hide the fact that it emits a foul smell. ”

The more she looked at it, the more annoyed she became, and she threw her hand into the corner. Jian Ce didn't close it, revealing a corner with Zhao Chu signed on it. She snorted coldly, and mocked in her heart: The scholars who came out of the poor family also fooled people with these gorgeous and fancy things, and they didn't learn anything well, and they specialized in learning from others.

Chen Ju was not among them, Yuan Lingjun was a little regretful, she flipped through the slips for a while, and finally found Chen Ju's volume. Chen Ju's writing is like his person, frank and cautious, he directly wrote in the text "The bow and horse are slack, and the temple is taboo", whether the senior brother is a celebration or talking about national politics. Yuan Lingjun didn't finish reading it, and quickly rolled it up and hid it at the bottom of his sleeve.

"Childe, I'll go change my clothes." She patted her clothes and stood up, hurried out.

Qu Yi didn't ask and knew what she was doing, but Lu Yaoxue didn't know, he felt that His Majesty's recent actions and behaviors were quite strange.

He sneaked out and saw her stop in a room, pushed the door and entered. Maybe people are really complimentary, and when he pondered whether to step forward, his sleeve was suddenly pulled vigorously, and the next moment the whole person stood in the room.

"You're just in time, do something for me when you come." Yuan Lingjun supported him as a matter of course, and pressed him to sit on the Yin seat without saying anything, and the smile he exuded was a little teasing.

"Your Majesty, although the minister seems to be more idle, the minister is an official of the imperial court." How can you drive the courtiers to do trivial things for you at will, the emperor and the courtiers are not like this. Lu Yaoxue secretly slandered herself.

Kunjiao opened the slip, spread out a silk, and handed over a spotted tube, "Lu Gongzi, please." ”

"Remember to transcribe it word for word, I want to read it." Yuan Lingjun straightened his sleeves and waved his hand openly, "You should be serious here, I'll take a stroll outside and come back to bring you something delicious." ”

After that, he didn't give him a chance to resist, and left with Kunjiao to cover the door, leaving Lu Gongzi who was biting his pen and crying silently.

Yuan Lingjun went to another convenient place, and after coming out, he cleaned his hands in the copper basin, dried it with a silk towel, leaned over and pushed open the window, and the night breeze slowly poured in. The maid brought a smoked cage and a lavengar.

At this moment, there was a sound of forbidden steps under the porch, and the low laughter of the two maids could be heard.

"See? The one who came over to change clothes was Fan Langjun's biological mother, and when I went in to serve, she didn't even say no, and almost ran away from the door. ”

"Ah, I really don't have much knowledge."

"With such a mother, it's not surprising that Fan Langjun can't hold his head up, it's really pitiful."

The two talked all the way, drifting apart.

The corridor is sprinkled with clear light, the grass under the trunk is undulating, and the autumn flowers are in silent bloom. Yuan Lingjun, who stood under the corridor, stretched his waist, looked up at the jade plate like a moon cake, and his belly gurgled.

Kunjiao found a few pieces of osmanthus cakes and moon cakes, and gave them to her with banana leaves, Yuan Lingjun looked at her with disgust, "You are also surprisingly lazy." "Kunjiao, hehe, hehe, straight.

After all, Yuan Lingjun still picked up a piece and bit it in her mouth, she was really hungry, her cheeks were bulging, the moon cakes were so delicious that she couldn't stop, and after a while, the remaining pastries and moon cakes were all wiped out, and she didn't remember that a guy who was doing things for her was waiting to be eaten.

It is easy to get sleepy when she is full, she strokes her belly and thinks about where to hide and sleep, and before she can find a place, she is carried into a room by the wandering Zhen Chuanting, and a chess game is placed in the room, and it is inevitable to talk about a game with him, otherwise the conversation will not be speculative, and the conversation will not be able to go smoothly. This game of chess is to temper people's temperament, and it is not easy to provoke people's anger.

"Do you still practice calligraphy?"

"Write, I have always listened to Master Wang's words." Lying doesn't change your face.

"Did the new Taifu teach His Majesty?"

"Don't mention it, it's a master, it's just a name." That's true. Fan Jiang was so busy that he didn't have the interest of raising tigers around him. (To be continued.) )